ALLIEACTS a mutually exclusive, independent & selective roleplay blog for allison "allie" jane hayes. taken mainly from the TV show based off elle kennedy's off campus books. slow reader aboard ā”. crossover friendly ! low activity. personals,Ā pleaseĀ donātĀ interact.Ā Ā written by dee, she / her, 21+. rules under the cut. MEMES | TEMP. INFO | STUDY | BOARD
BLOGROLL : chloe. daphne. multimuse.
don't be a dick ! drama instigators / partakers or people who engage in hateful behavior generally are not welcome here. as any other of my blogs, this is a safe space & i'd like to keep it that way.
to reiterate, i am currently in the process of reading the off campus books, but unlike our boys on the ice, i am not fast. i'm doing this to get better acquainted with the universe & allie's story, but just to manage expectations, the TV show will remain my main source of inspiration and it will be my default verse. i do reserve the right to draw inspiration from either source, go off book with headcanons, etc. but it will be a process. if you're here, your patience while i figure allie out is soso much appreciated <3
crossovers are encouraged ! we love situations here.
memes are the best way to initiate interactions with me ! of course, no other method is off limits, as long as we can agree that we've followed each other in order to interact & not to boost our follower count. please feel free to turn a meme reply into a thread whenever !
i enjoy everything from text threads, to one-liners to plotted out threads. feel free to come to me for plotting, i will instantly be your friend, no questions asked<3. one fair warning, i tend to drop threads sometimes if my muse doesn't cooperate but that doesn't mean i don't want us to start something new !
i love shipping & i won't pretend otherwise. if you have something in mind or, in the case of romantic ships, if you notice chemistry between our muses, feel free to yell at me about it because there's a good chance i wanna yell about it too. a little note here : i don't consider people sending me shippy memes force shipping as long as we've interacted a little ic / ooc. i will immediately let you know if i'm interested in that kind of dynamic & it's likely i'll come talk to you if i'm inspired by the meme for some type of plot.
if we've been following each other for a while and have not interacted, i reserve the right to soft block. it's truly nothing personal, but i am someone who likes a small dash and if we don't necessarily vibe with each other, i will most likely step back.
i may not always be here - please see blogroll at the top <3
nsfw content will appear every now & then. i will tag it accordingly. if there's something in particular that slips my mind, please feel free to let me know.
"i don't have the luxury of playing it safe." / garrett
" & you think you have the luxury of playing like a maniac ? " he's in for a rude awakening ā it's not new information that she's only been making hockey game appearances more regularly because hannah's hopped aboard the garrett graham train. official boyfriend & girlfriend status is worth all the bells & whistles. it's completely unrelated that this new arrangement also allows her front row seats to number sixty-six & watching him in action has not exactly totally sucked... but she'd watched garrett far more intensely today. mostly because he seemed particularly pissed. getting physical when it could have been avoided. riling up the other team. & it wasn't on one, but two occasions that she heard hannah draw in sharp breaths. saw the worry in her eyes. so, one thing's for certain ā he's about to get an earful. " lookie here, hockey man, if you get hurt, my best friend in the whole wide world & beyond gets hurt ā do you see where your fun, little maneuvers back there rubbed me the wrong way ? " he doesn't get a chance to speak. " let me be the first to tell you, hannah likes her boyfriends in one piece & i personally prefer hanging with you sans brain injuries, so- whatever that was ?? retire it. " she pauses, eyes wide & expectant, claws out, but not in a threatening way ā it's just to show him she's dead serious. a breath later, she softens. " you don't have to play it safe... whatever ! but you do have to play it smart. be smart. "
" that was the couch breaking ?! " oh, thank god she doesn't live here ā or at least that's her first thought. there's relief surrounding the knowledge that a broken couch is simply not her problem. of course there is ! but it doesn't last long. she knows what kind of debauchery is currently going on in the common area & she's willing to bet the two people who were previously just having a light making out slash dry humping sesh may have just gotten tired of the foreplay & skipped to the good part. & now, she's jealous. annoyingly jealous, actually. because being wanted to the point of furniture be damned somewhere people can just waltz in is something she hasn't experienced in a long time. & that realization crumb alone is enough to make her feel uncomfortable to her very core. she'll hoard it, tend to it... & inevitably throw it in sean's face when he least expects it. just like clockwork. " i mean, that's just... " she scoffs & it doesn't come off as amused as she would've wanted. the beer bottle in her hand is promptly brought up to her lips, a few generous swigs taken before she forces a smile noora's way. " let me know when you wanna go look at new couches, sweets. "
My muse surprises your muse with breakfast in bed, complete with a handwritten note. / ok but han doing this after allie has some bad news ( u pick tho bc i can't ruin her life :/ )
awake ? yes. ready to face the world ? absolutely not. it's not that allie's not perfectly aware that she's trying to break into an industry where rejection is imminent nine times out of ten, but there are some parts you have to grieve ā she was stupid enough to get her hopes up for this one. it was an indie romcom that totally had potential to turn into something great & she really wanted that lead ! as well-intentioned as ira is, he's not known to bullshit, so he'd given it to her straight : they've got their hearts set on a blonde, kid. the director doesn't think you can pull off blonde. fuck that ! you pour your heart into an audition & that's what it comes down to ?! she hasn't reached the ranting stage yet, but she will have to be talked out of going on the hunt for the perfect blonde wig just to prove a point. in the meantime, she's an immovable object, surrounded by pillows & deep under the covers, smelling pancakes, but not having the will to go get them. hannah has already understood the assignment, though ā sad allie & hangry allie don't mix. this whole dorm might collapse. she greets her with a frown that has yet to let up & a string of unconvincing words, " this is deeply unnecessary, han-han, i'm not even hungry... " before she sits up. god, they smell so good...
allie picks up the piece of paper first, briefly shifting suspicious browns to her best friend. " what's this ? my formal notice that you'll be looking for a blonder roommate ? " her tone reads misplaced bitterness & it's bound to make her feel awful for even implying it the moment the note opens in her hands. she reads & yeah... you guessed it... the tension in her shoulders goes away, making room for shame. " okay... bitch switch off... that was so not about you, i'm sorry. " a smile finally pulls at her lips. " thank you, babe... i love you more. "
[ TXT : HAN-HAN šµš„° ] ugh i am BRIMMING with pride ššš
[ TXT : HAN-HAN šµš„° ] that's a very specific percentage, sweetpea, you've done some serious love math.
[ TXT : HAN-HAN šµš„° ] you should know i'm trying really hard not to jinx it by doing the whole 'hannah and justin sitting in a tree' bit.
[ TXT : HAN-HAN šµš„° ] but it's about time he caught on to how awesome you are.
[ TXT : HAN-HAN šµš„° ] he's like ?? SO late to the party, it's embarrassing.
ā± starter callĀ :Ā Ā currently not accepting āāāā john logan for allie hayes, @allieacts.
logan looked up from the ice pack pressed against his shoulder when allie stepped upto his table at maloneās, eyebrows raising as he immediately noticed the way she was trying not to laugh at him.
ā donāt start, ā he warned, pointing at her from the seat around the table. ā I already got chirped by three teammates, the trainer, and some twelve-year-old kid in the street on the way here. ā despite himself, though, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly when she moved closer.
" oh, you're actively pouting & i'm supposed to keep a straight face ? " brows arch, one hand on her hip as the other rests on top of the booth seat's backrest. it's not his pain she finds amusing, but it's her right to find it a little funny when the so-called embodiments of athletic perfection nurse their injuries in public in full sulking mode. " here. " she holds her finger out for him to see the bandage messily wrapped around it ā a worthy offering, if she does say so herself ! " i cut it on a wine key during work last night, you're not the only one out of commission. " allie slides into the booth now, more sympathy in her smile this time around. " relax, will you ? even big, strong men get boo-boos from time to time. especially big, strong men who play hockey. you guys are practically crash test dummies. " if she sounds certain, it's only because her dad's stories & experiences stuck. " are you just sore, or... ? "
š²Ā āøŗ Ā [ Ā JLO š , ] Ā the only french i know is voulez-vous coucher avec moi?Ā
š²Ā āøŗ Ā [ Ā JLO š , ] Ā are you inviting me to watch or participate?
š²Ā āøŗ Ā [ Ā JLO š , ] Ā considering winston basically ruined my life, it's the least i deserve.
[ TXT : MAVERICK ] that's good, you should sing lady marmalade at karaoke night this week.
[ TXT : MAVERICK ] mmmmm....
[ TXT : MAVERICK ] neither, but you're more than welcome to use ⨠your imagination āØ
[ TXT : MAVERICK ] ???? i don't know what you're talking about, winston has never done anything wrong in its entire battery powered life.
confidently stupid. you think you are the smartest person on earth as you put your spoon in the microwave to make it easier to scoop ice cream. you give awful advice that sounds smart when spoken but terrible when executed. you insist on doing things yourself and are so absolutely sure you are doing everything right. your confidence gives you charm, as well as the bravery to do the dumb things that you do.
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